Her signing is beautiful, it's like while she is singing she's in a whole other dimension. I want to be there with her. I want to be in that whole other world, with her. She's seems so peaceful and calm. I wish I could experience that. My father is always telling me what to do and when to do it. I want to get away from him and never have to worry about him again. She sits there looking at the way her fingers do dance around the neck of the guitar. She then suddenly looks up and looks at someone behind me and has puts on this smile that is so contagious that it's hard not to smile back up at her. She then looks right at me and I see her ice blue eyes for the first time. There so beautiful. You know how people tell you that if you look into a person eyes you can usually see their whole life in it? Well, it's true. I saw so much happiness and passion for everything she loves in her eyes. The only thing is I saw this darkness so dark that it might never go away. Not the kind of darkness that's bad but the kind that would grow in you if you lost someone you loved very much. I know this darkness very well. That darkness, it's part of me.
I lost my mom years ago. She was my everything. She would save me from my father's harsh words and strict ways. I suddenly remember when I was little all the times she would take me to go get a vanilla ice cream cone because my father had gotten angry at me. Most of the time it wouldn't have been my fault but to him I was the easiest person to get mad at. I would never fight back because I was scared of him. When my mother died I had no one to stick up for me. So I hide in my room as much as I could. I would try my best never to have been left in a room with him by myself. When she died it's almost like a part of me died with her. Her death was so sudden that I never got to say goodbye but of course my father did.
As I finally snap out of my daze. I look back up at Amelia but she is walking off of the stage. I must have spaced out that I wasn't even able to focus on her song. I never got to hear hardly any of it. I look back to the girl sitting behind me and ask if she's a friend of hers.
"Yeah, I am. Why?"
"Because John told me a lot about her and I want to go meet her before she leaves.""John told you about her?" She looked so shocked and confused. "Why did he tell you about her? More importantly, what did he tell you?" At this point she looked more concerned for her friend.
"To answer your questions. Yes John told me about her. Why he told, I honestly don't know. And he didn't tell me a lot just that she was an amazing singer and that he thinks we could become very close friends."
"Okay, well she back into the back room to put her guitar back into her case but she will probably be back out to have some drinks in just a few minutes." Her friend seemed super concerned and worried for Amelia. As soon as I start to walk away she grabs me wrist and pulls me back in front of her. "My names Emma, by the way. Amelia is my best friend and that will never change so try not to hurt her. She's been through a lot lately." She suddenly realizes what she had just said and starts to get a worried look on her face. "Don't tell her I told you that. She would no joke kill me." She says the last part jokingly and then walks way.
I then start to wonder what Emma meant by going through a lot. Amelia is so beautiful that it's hard to imagine anything going bad for her. I just then remember that I was supposed to meet back up with John after the show. Since there are only a couple more people that need to go on stage I make my way towards the stage to find John. I seem not to be able to find him anywhere and then I start wondering if he's in one of the back rooms. I remember all of those times that I would go into the back into to the room that John had set up for me a few years ago when I lived here. I always loved having a room back there. I begin to really miss it. All the memories that was made in that one 12 by 12 room. It was like a safe haven from the entire world. When I was in that room it felt like my mum was still here and that my father wasn't so uptight. I miss those days, the days where we could escape the life of being adults. I was still in my trance of the past when John came up and scared me from behind. "Hey Alex."
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The Girl with the Guitar
RomanceHe sees her in the bar on stage performing a song she wrote. He's sitting in the front row and notices the way that she gently and gracefully plays that guitar. He also can't get the image of her emerald green eyes out of his mind. To him, she looks...